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word of unsolicited advise

The moon on the horizon, stood lonely
Hesitant of its existence in the dark night

Just like her
She stood on the edge of the cliff
The cold wind seeping through her every pore.
The chill of the night froze her tears
As she stood alone
That night she wished for him
To hold her, to hide in his arms
Yet she stood alone
Her vibrant existence, black as the night

He found her on the cliff
Head hanging to her knees
Silent sobs causing a rhythm
Her proud shoulders totally broken, totally blue

He gathered her in his arms
Her beautiful self and all her shattered bits
He gave them form

His touch reminded her to breathe
She knew warmth was here
As she gasped to be whole again

The spiritless, thawing tears made her hit him
Scold him, scratch him.
She threw a tantrum to be broken when all she ever wanted was to be whole again

He held on as stubborn as ever
Never letting her fall
He kissed her frown
He hugged her sorrows
He unfroze her slowly

As the blue left her, she felt a rainbow begin in her heart
She was HER again – beautiful, dignified and proud

Like the moon which now lit the sky like a lone warrior smiling down at the stars

Have you ever noticed that whatever happens in our lives is always a product of only two things? One is the choices that we make and other is the result of what Destiny dishes out to you.

Your choices are the result of the decisions you have made in life. Every crossroad in life has many pathways that you can tread on. Whether you chose your career over family, or your wife and kid over a parent or the new house over a new car or the boss over the subordinate, are entirely and exclusively your choices. And yet after having made them, we lament the loss of the other. Don’t get me wrong. We all have the right to temporarily exasperate, feel bad, get annoyed and even regret the choices we made, but only temporarily. Instead we inevitability end up feeling sorry for the choices, sorry for life the way it is lived.

And then there is Destiny. Evil destiny, laughing in your face – destiny. Destiny plays with people like pawns on a chessboard. Check mate and you are eliminated. Your partner means the world to you and destiny sweeps in to take her away. You have sacrificed an entire life for your business and one earthquake, you are bankrupt. Again we end up feeling, sorry for the life the way it is lived.

My question is, when it is your choice – impulsive or well thought off (that you have absolute control on) and destiny – evil or good (that you have no control on), that decided the journey of your life, then why CRIB? Why can’t we learn to dance in the rain, rather than struggle with the umbrella that refuses to hold steady in the storm